User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-27015000-20151104180851/@comment-26073479-20151114174430

OOC: Sorry I've been out of it guys. I have a lot of projects going (not to mention schoolwork), and then I got sick.

BIC: Kirby Foeseeker stretched himself out along the treebranch of the tall oak he hid in as he watched the goings-on below. He had been about to chase the first one off his land when suddenly all these others came out of the blue and started a quarrel. It seemed to be boiled down now, but he still wasn't about to let them stay here. Especially with Deathspear's minions about, he certainly didn't want this group to somehow lead them traipsing into his secluded glen.

Sitting up on the branch, he grabbed two things from next to him: a bunch of thin ropes that lead off into the growth, and a bark cone that got larger as it went. He spoke into it, creating a deep booming noise as he spoke.

"Who are you that you tresspass on the great Shammahoga's land?!?! Begone, or face my wrath!!!"